Date: Sat, 14 Aug 2004 22:11:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mike <willingmike@yahoo.com>
Subject: My  Son  In  The  Bar  -6-

Thanks for all the responses to this story...you have all encouraged me
to continue it, and that's what I'll do right now.  Well, as soon as I
say that the standard warnings about reading age and legality in the area
where you live, etc etc, are still in effect...and as soon as I repeat
that this is all erotic fiction purely designed for your fantasy
satisfaction!
willingmike@yahoo.com


                              MY SON IN THE BAR  -6-
                              by WillingMike


      I grabbed my naked fifteen year old son Shawn and headed out the
front door of "The Frog," leaving all the yelling and cussing and door
banging behind us.  I quickly pitched him into the front seat of my
pick-up, jumped in myself, and hit the gas pedal hard to get out of there
before any cops arrived to investigate the noisy ruckus.
      I still couldn't figure out why Beau went into such a tirade when
he found out the two black truckers, Willie and Tyrone, were pounding his
brother Darren's butt in the john.  Hell, Beau himself had just royally
fucked my kid Shawn's ass on the bar's pool table in front of all of
us, and from what Darren had told me, he got regular buttfucks himself
from Beau, so why all the trauma?  Well, hell, maybe Beau just didn't
like to share.
      Shawn was scooted over real close to me, and after we both calmed
down a little and were a couple of blocks from the bar, I put my arm
around him and pulled him even closer...not wanting anyone else to be
able to glance into the truck and see that the kid was bare-ass nude, but
also because...suddenly and much to my surprise...I had discovered how
good the kid felt when he was up close and personal, you know?  Yep, this
was gonna be a fucking night for the fucking record books alright!
      Shawn's hand went right to my cock and started squeezing it softly.
Just a few hours ago that would have probably caused me to have a heart
attack, but after everything that had happened at "The Frog" tonight, and
all I had discovered about my own son, I just spread my legs as wide as I
could and enjoyed the feelings.
      "Thanks, Dad," Shawn mumbled. "I mean for getting me out of there,
but even more for taking me there in the first place.  God, this has been
the greatest night of my life. All those men...so hot...and you...Jesus,
Dad, finally getting this big cock of yours inside me..." and his voice
trailed off.
     "Well, son, I guess I'm still in a state of shock.  Not too damned
sure when that will wear off completely.  But now that it's happened...I
mean, now that everything is all out in the open...well, I guess I sure
as hell want it to keep happening, you know what I mean?"  I said softly
to him.  For a reply, he started squeezing my now hard dick a little
harder, and he slipped his other hand inside my shirt and started gently
rubbing my hairy chest and lightly picking my nipples.
      "But I want to know more.  I mean, I want to hear about that
boyfriend of your mom's and how you got started and who all
you've...well, like, how many times have you..."
      "Al was a neat guy, or I thought that about him way back then.  Mom
must have started shacking with him right after I was born, I honestly
don't remember.  It just seems like he was always there, from the first
memories I ever had.  And as for as the sex...God, I'm not even sure when
that started.  I've thought a lot about it since then, and I just can't
remember.  I mean, hell, Dad, it could have even been when I was a baby,
I don't know."
      I know my first reaction, back at the bar when he had brought up
this Al character, had been instant anger.  But now I noticed that my
heart started beating a little faster and my dick, if possible, got even
stiffer.
      "Anyway," Shawn continued, "My earliest, REAL early, memories were
just of kind of waking up at night and feeling wet and warm
and...and...real good.  Mom was workin' the night shift at the hospital
then, and Al would always get into my bed when I was asleep. And as best
I remember, he just licked me all over...my chest, my little cock, my
butt...oh, especially my butt.  And I remember that at first I would just
kind of drift in and out of sleep, but I started realizing that I had
gone to bed in pajamas, but I was naked now.  And at some point I
realized Al was naked too.  But I always woke up again in the morning
with my pj's back on.  And I started realizing that there was sticky
stuff that had dried up all over me...hard to tell where it would be, but
usually my ass crack. Sometimes it wasn't dry yet, sometimes I could feel
it still wet on my dick or in the crack of my butt or on my lips or my
cheeks.  I can even remember being able to lick it sometimes before I
would wash my teeth, and I liked the taste of it, too."
      I moaned.  I couldn't help myself.  And I said "Go on, tell me
more," but I took his hand off my cock at that point 'cause I swear I was
gonna cum right then in my jeans.
      "When the rest of it started...when I started, you know, servicing
him, that's kind of a blur, too.  But I know I couldn't have been over
six. And it's not like he ever told me to, or even said anything to me
when he'd climb into bed.  It's just that, at some point, I know his cock
was in my mouth.  And I can remember the shock of having him cum in my
mouth the very first time...how it was just by instict, I guess, but I
knew I had to swallow all of that stuff coming out of his big dick, and I
did.  And I liked it.  And then pretty soon he started putting his dick
in my butt, too, but it was always real slick and he was never rough or
nothing like that. It did hurt the first few times, 'cause I can remember
crying, and that's the only time he ever said anything to me at all.  He
would just say "Shhhh, boy, shhhhhh. Be a good boy now."  And pretty
soon...well, I got to looking forward to it.  I got to actually staying
awake till he'd come in to my room at night.  And since he was always
naked when he'd come in, I'd go ahead and get naked, too.  And, honest to
God, Dad, on the nights when Mom didn't work and Al couldn't come in to
give it to me...man, I'd be awake tossing and turning half the night, I
needed it so bad..."
      We had pulled up at the curb in front of our apartment building by
that time, and I did a quick scan of the neighborhood to make sure all
the lights were out and no one was out walking or anything.  Then I told
Shawn to just stay real close to me, and we raced together through the
front door and right into our apartment to the right of the entry hall.
Once inside we both gave a sigh of relief, and I gave my naked boy a big
hug.  While we were hugging each other, my hands slipped down to that
smooth bubble butt of his and I gently squeezed both the melons of his
delectable ass.  He moaned out loud and pressed even closer into me, and
I could feel his hard prick pressing against my own.
     As we were standing there in the living room holding each other,
Shawn softly continued his story.  "Then one day Al was gone...he and mom
had one hell of a fight over money, I think.  It didn't have anything to
do with me or sex, I know that.  And he was just gone.  Dad, I was so
fucking lonely for a long time.  And I knew I had to continue getting
what Al had trained me to take.  So I started 'educating' boys at
school.  Or I should say, I seduced Jimmy Little, 'cause we were in grade
school together then, even though he was one year older than me.  And he
did the rest.  He had me sucking off him and his buddies all through
school...still does to this day in high school...when they aren't fucking
me, that is.  But Jimmy decides all that.  Since he was the first, he
just felt like he owned me I guess, and he's been telling me who to do
and what to do to them ever since.  But, believe me, I love it.  You can
probably tell by the way I acted tonight...I love it when boys or men
take control of me.  Really love it."
     "Yeah...yeah, I sure could tell.  Funny thing is, Shawn, it kind of
excited me, too...seeing them just take charge of you, I mean.  Can't
explain that one, I guess. This is all too damned new to me to explain
any of it.  But that reminds me...you gotta leave school at noon
tomorrow, gotta tell 'em you have a doctor appointment, ok?  'Cause
Jimmy's dad, Frank, wants you home then.  He's gonna be by here, wants
you to himself.  That ok with you?"
     Shawn's face lit up.  "Oh, hell, yes...I mean, sure, dad!  He is one
big rough man, isn't he?  Reminds me of a bigger version of Jimmy!"
      "Yeah...there is something very...masculine about him, I guess that
would be the word.  And he does have one hell of a big cock on him, don't
he?"  I may have blushed a litttle when I asked him that.
      "He sure does...bigger than Jimmy's, but not quite as big as
Tyrone's tonight.  Oh my God, Tyrone...." and his voice trailed off for a
minute, but then he said "Someone else I know has a really fine dick on
him too, Dad...and it's the one I need right now."  And with that, Shawn
turned and headed naked for his bedroom...while I just stood there and
appreciated those beautiful smooth globes of his butt grinding against
each other as he walked away from me.  I snapped out of my trance quickly
enough, and followed him into his room, tearing my clothes off as I
walked along.
     When I got in there, Shawn was lying on his back on the bed, legs
spread wide, slowly milking his own 7 inches.  "How do you want it, Dad?
What's your pleasure?  My mouth?  My ass?  It all belongs to you."
      I immediately straddled his face and plunged my 9 inches into his
eager mouth.  He took it with no problem, right to my pubes, and started
sucking like the little cocksucking pro I had discovered he was. I knew I
would get to his ass again, but I had already enjoyed that once tonight
while I knew others, like Joe and Ron and Frank Little and Willie and
Darren, had all also had the pleasure of his sweet mouth.  And what a
pleasure his lapping tongue and swollen lips were for a man's hard
prick.  My own son was the most experienced cocksucker I had ever had
servicing me, and silently I thanked Al, whoever the hell he had been and
however perverted he may have been, for training this whore.
      The blow job was going along beautifully, when Shawn started
pushing up slightly on my hip bones and got my dick out of his mouth long
enough to mutter, "Scoot up...scoot up."  I figured out he wanted to do
some rimming, and I had also enjoyed watching his expertise at that
earlier at the bar with young Darren, so I quickly lowered my hairy butt
onto his hot mouth.  A shot of electricity seemed to go through me when
Shawn's tongue went right into my asshole...it felt like there was a foot
of hot tongue up inside me...and then it felt like he was actually
fucking me with it.  With all my experience through the years with a lot
of sluts, I had no idea anyone could use their tongue that well.  He then
brought it out of the hole and started lapping me back and forth, back
and forth, like some big friendly oversexed dog.  My God!  Pussy- eaters
could learn volumes from this teen-aged boy.
     Then he was pulling downward on my ass and muttering "Now...oh
please, now...gotta have it."  And I knew the fucking was to begin.  I
moved down and stretched out over my boy's hunky body, and his legs
automatically went up and around my waist.  I knew he wouldn't need
lube...not with all the loads of cum he had taken up his ass earlier at
the bar...but I still slid into him gently.  In fact, I decided right
then that this was going to be a gentle, sweet fucking, since, in my lust
earlier, I had pounded him just as unmercifully as Tyrone had just before
me.
      I don't know which one of us moaned more during the screwing that
followed.  I held Shawn very tight and even surprised myself at one point
by lowering my face to his and giving him a long, passionate,
spit-swapping kiss.  He, in turn, lowered his legs slightly so that the
heels of his feet were pressing into my butt, and he used them to pull me
into him more tightly. We rocked back and forth and I could feel his hard
cock pressing into my gut every time I slammed my own cock into his ass.
My God, this is wonderful, I thought...this new discovery...this new
partner...I love him...I love him...I want to fuck my boy every morning,
every night, every moment of every day.
      But suddenly I felt a hot wetness between us, felt my gut suddenly
bathed in what had to be an incredible load of cum from Shawn.  And when
that happened, his ass muscles clutched my swollen dick so hard and so
violently, that there was no turning back.  We were both groaning and
moaning so loudly that surely to God all the people in our building had
to have heard us, when my own load of cum shot into that well-used but
tight, tight boy pussy, filling it to over-flowing.
      Panting then, we both hung on to each other and even kissed
again...but more gently this time.  Finally Shawn softly said "My God,
that's never happened to me before...that someone fucked the cum right
out of me without me even jacking my dick or touching it.  Dad...wow...I
mean, all the times I've been fucked...lots and lots of times, Dad, and I
have always loved it, but nothing...nothing like that!"
      I finally pulled out of his butt with a plop and rolled off to the
side of him.  We still didn't...couldn't...speak for a few minutes, but
then I said "Mmmmm, God...oh, son. Well, should we shower or...or..." but
I was so completely exhausted that I don't think I could have made it
into the bathroom if I had to, and apparently neither could he, because
he just muttered something I couldn't even understand, and then I
think we both went to sleep at the same split-second.

      I was having a dream...I was fucking Shawn's mother, looking down
into her face, and then the face turned into Shawn's.  And there was a
voice in my ear, a male voice that I somehow knew was Al's, though I had
never met him, never heard his voice...whispering "Yes!  Yes!  Give him
what he needs."  And then in the dream I got pretty rough with my fuck,
and the headboard of our bed was banging against the
wall...bang...bang...KNOCK.  KNOCK.
      Slowly I drifted out of my deep sleep and realized that the
knocking I heard was at our front door.  I had no idea how much time had
past or how late it was, but I felt half-drugged as I climbed out of bed
and staggered toward the door. It suddenly occurred to me that I was
completely naked just as I was opening the door...to see my obviously
drunk buddy, Ron, standing there in the hallway, smiling at me.
      "Hey, buddy, what's up?" he slurred his words and looked my naked
body up and down through half closed eyes. "I betcha I can guess what WAS
up...right, 'ol buddy?" Ron smiled.
      "Jesus Christ, what th' fuck ya doing here this time o' night?"  My
own tongue felt unusually thick, though I hadn't been drinking for hours.
I started to close the door in his face, but Ron wasn't having any of
that.  He may have been drunk, but he had plenty of strength when it came
to shoving the door open, making me back-step in the process, as
he stepped on into the living room.  He closed the door behind him, and
then said, "Lishhen, Mike, now don't get huffy wi' me.  We're buddies,
right?  Always buddies?"
      "What the hell's going on?"  I looked at him through blurry eyes,
trying to wake up. "What fuckin' time is it?"
      "Bar closin' time, Mikey.  Goddamn bar closed down.  No more beer.
No more pussy."
      I think I finally did wake up then.  "Oh, Jesus, how did that end
up?  What the hell happened with that kid in the bathroom with....?"
      "Damned excitin' for a while, but got all calmed down...the two
niggers finally brought the one guy out...what's-hish-name..."
      "Darren.  Darren was locked in there with Tyrone and Willie.  They
were fuckin' him, I suppose," I was recapping the evening as much for my
own benefit as for Ron's, trying to recall every detail.  "And when we
hightailed it outta there, Beau was goin' nuts...Beau, Darren's brother."
      "Yeah, Beau.  Beau had just fucked Shawn, right?  I mean, he was
the lasss one to cornhole your boy's butt, right?"  Ron was giving me
another of his smirks, and then looked down at my dick again.  "Well,
last one till you got th' kid home, right, ol' buddy?"
I didn't respond, so Ron continued.  "Anyways, no fuckin' big deal. Once
Beau figured out he wasn't gettin' in there...and with me and Joe yankin'
him away from the crapper door...he jushh...just...he threw his clothes
back on an' pretty soon his bro comes staggerin' out o' the crapper
pullin' on his own pants to cover his sore ass, and Beau hauled him outta
there, still yellin' at the niggers.  But they coulda cared less, woulda
whipped his butt if he'd put up too much of a stink, ya know?  Ol' Darren
was walkin' bow-legged by then...but what the hell...he was prob'ly
happy, ya know?"  Then he paused for just a minute, and then he said
"Like I'm sure Shawn was happy, right?  Where is he, Mike?  Where's our
boy?"
      "Shit, Ron, he's fast asleep...like I was fast asleep.  This has
been one hell of a night, man.  He gotta go to school...I gotta go to
work...YOU gotta go to work, don't ya?"  I was getting a little worried
where this was leading, but at the same time...Christ, what was happening
to me?  I could feel my cock kinda jerk at even the thought of...
      "Tell ya what, Mike, I didn't get the kid's ass tonight. Had me one
hell of a BJ from the kid, but I was gonna tap the boy's butt 'fore you
took off so fast.  Shit, buddy, you tapped his ass...Joe tapped his ass
in the backroom and ol' Mac from utilities tapped his ass and...and...who
else?  Shit, that big nigger Tyrone fucked him and Willie fucked him and
Beau fucked him and..."
      I couldn't control it anymore, my dick was on the rise.  But I
still tried, saying "Ron, I'll have Shawn back at "The Frog" tomorrow
night, let's just all settle down for the night and....."
      But Ron seemed to sober up completely at that moment.  He gave me a
steely look, and glanced down again at my enlarging cock. "Oh, I don't
think you really mind, Mike. Doesn't much matter, though, 'cause I'm
gonna get my piece of ass now.  And we are buddies, so I'll tell you...in
all honesty...I'm not gonna be too gentle about it.  You understand that
don't ya, Mike?  I mean, having to wait this long for it and all.  So
lissen, you just want to plop down on the couch there or somethin,'  I'll
just go take care of business."
      He very forcefully pushed me aside and walked purposefully over to
Shawn's open bedroom door.  I was right behind him, and we both looked
into the darkened room to hear soft snoring and to see Shawn, naked,
 lying on his stomach across the bed...his head turned away from us...his
beautiful bubble butt sticking up in the air for all to admire...or
explore.  Ron stood right there at the door and started slowly pulling
his clothess off, never taking his cold, lustful eyes off Shawn's ass.
      I have no idea why I suddenly felt so submissive, but I whispered
"Ron, you want me to wake him up first?"
      Ron slowly turned his head to look at me, and then grabbed his
already rock hard 10-incher.  "This will wake him up."  He started on
into the room, and I had to admire, again, his stocky build and his very
full, solid, hairy ass.
      "Ron," I whispered, "You'll go easy on him, won't you?"
      Ron stopped right where he was in the middle of the room.  He stood
still for a few seconds while I looked in anxiously, staring at Ron's big
frame and big butt.  Then he turned and gave me the coldest look I've
ever seen from anyone...let alone a good friend. He walked slowly back to
doorway, never taking his eyes away from mine.  He never said a word.  He
just shut the door in my face, and I heard the lock snap.
      I stood there feeling completely helpless, but it didn't take long
to figure out what was going on.  The first sounds I heard came from
Shawn.  "MMMMMPHHHH!  OH!  UHHH....MMMMPHHH!  OH, GOD!"
      Then I could clearly hear Ron, though he never raised his voice,
saying "Shut up, slut."
      Then the sounds really started...the bed squeeking, the moans and
the groans, and finally the headboard, just as it had in my dream,
banging against the wall...rough...hard...BANG!  BANG!  BANG!
      And I stood there helpless...and excited...and jacked off my own
cock in rhythm to the exiting sounds of my young son getting his ass
raped...again.


TO BE CONTINUED....willingmike@yahoo.com